The Second C Part Two God and I become very distant for fourteen to fifteen years. During this span, I had numerous bad things happen to me. They included: A three year battle with left knee surgeries (three until I received a total knee replacement*) Right shoulder surgery Lower back surgery (left me disabled*) Neck surgery (due to the back surgery) Over $20,000 in debt* Battling role reversal (I am the mother and my wife is father) Communication problems My father passed away and I was not able to say goodbye* Divorce* Realization sets in Asking the Catholic Church for help and not getting it Finding out I was wrong about depression as now I have it* You have noticed the asterisk next to a few of these. I asked these times for God’s help. Sometimes he answered but most times, he was silent. I will talk about these in future posts. Each time I moved farther and farther from God. During this time, my children and their mother are drawing away too. The Second C Part Three It is January of 2012 and realization sets in. I am living with my mother and my brother in Chicago. My brother Kevin listens to me how I messed up my life. My brother Scott and his girlfriend Dana get me out of the house as I have no friends. The Catholic Church does not return my phone calls for help with depression and the realization I want my divorced wife back. I am not sure how my daughters are taking all of this. I live in my bedroom and it feels like my own self-made prison. I have no job as I am on disability. I have no car as I do not have that much money to live on. Depression becomes crippling. I am crying all the time. I blame God even more but I praying to Him to watch over my daughters and their mother; once when I wake up and once when I go to bed. God has not given up on me, but I do not know that until July-August of 2014. This is how He starts working in my life. I am talking to my mother more than I ever did. Our relationship grows stronger each day. One day, I decided I had enough. I enroll in college to become a medical biller and coder. I fill my days with classes and my nights with studying. I tell my first class that I will have straight A’s and graduate above all of them. I meet a woman, in class and we start dating. She tells me all the time, “Things happen for a reason.” I do not believe her at first then slowly; very slowly, it all makes sense.
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